I studied in Leeds 13 years ago, and dragged my housemates to the Brontë Museum in Haworth. We took the train and it was quite a journey. The house was so small and dark, and it rained. I could easily imagine how Emily would pick up inspiration from the mores behind the house to write Wuthering Heights. It was the highlight of the year in Leeds (and the pubs, lots of sitting on the pub)